Το videoclip της ημέρας

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XV_D1Y_YHlA


My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody morose and
old, drop into fruitless dying
It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising
Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing

(Chorus)
My foes - they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself

Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longer
Cement to dirt, disgusted with my cheapness

(Chorus)
(Chorus)

Reaching down, staring up (at the forgiver)
 
Ο Giorgio Gaber (1939-2003)υπήρξε μιά μορφή τής Ιταλικής παράδοσης τών Γκράμσι και Τολιάτι ,τραγουδοποιός,ηθοποιός αλλά και εξαίρετος υπηρέτης τής πρόζας..
Πώς λέμε Λαζόπουλος??Ε καμιά σχέση..

Τρομερή πρόζα...

Ο άνθρωπος κατέθετε την ψυχή του κάθε φορά..Η κριτική του,αλλά και η αυτοκριτική του τσακίζει κόκκαλα.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9yiePFNWqw&feature=related
 
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Xmal-Deutschland - Geheimnis

H αλήθεια είναι πως ήθελα να ξεκινήσω τη μέρα μου διαφορετικά, αλλά ήταν κοινή απαίτηση του τμήματος να μην τους βάλω κάτι που θα τους πιάσει κατάθλιψη, αλλά κάτι 'ζωηρό'....
Κι έτσι τους έβαλα αυτό:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOA_3doOqCc


Νομίζω ότι το αντέχουν..... Μυστήριο...:damnyou:
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efsm6aJPybg

Sunlight coming through the haze
No gaps in the blind
To let it inside
The bed is unmade
Some music still plays

TV, yeah it's always on
The flicker of the screen
A movie actress screams
I'm basking in the shit flowing out of it

I'm stoned in the mall again
Terminally bored
Shuffling round the stores
And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing

X-box is a god to me
A finger on the switch
My mother is a bitch
My father gave up ever trying to talk to me

Don't try engaging me
The vaguest of shrugs
The prescription drugs
You'll never find
A person inside

My face is mogadon
Curiosity
Has given up on me
I'm tuning out desires
The pills are on the rise

How can I be sure I'm here?
The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left I simply am not here

I'm through with pornography
The acting is lame
The action is tame
Explicitly dull

arousal annulled

Your mouth should be boarded up
Talking all day
With nothing to say
Your shallow proclamations
All misinformation

My friend says he wants to die
He's in a band
They sound like Pearl Jam
The clothes are all black
The music is crap

In school I don't concentrate
And sex is kinda fun
But just another one
Of all the empty ways
Of using up a day

How can I be sure I'm here?
The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left I simply am not here

Bipolar disorder
Can't deal with the boredom

You don't try to be liked
You don't mind
You feel no sun
You steal a gun
To kill time
 
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